Jose Reyes is my favorite New York City athlete. Other players are more dominating, more consistent, more statistically efficient, more likely to stay off the disabled list, but no one is more purely delightful to watch play. Reyes has moments, snapshots, that are transcendent and transporting in a way that no one else on the local sports scene can match. When Reyes is healthy and engaged,he carries himself with a joy that reminds you why you started watching sports in the first place. When he smacks a line drive into the left-­center-field gap at Citi Field, streaking around the bases, limbs flying everywhere, it’s baseball as it should be shown off to alien beings, the Jerry West logo of what the game can be. Reyes is one of those players everyone can agree on, from the old-school baby-boomer hustle fetishist to the new-school sabermetric vorp slide-rule crowd. If you don’t like watching Jose Reyes play, you’re not much of a baseball fan.